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Feb 2018
It wasn't truth, or enlightenment
what made me see angels
and things
Was it? was it?
It wasn't but a low tide flooding it all
It's not truth, or enlightenment
what is making me write these words
It's pure pain speaking, the pattern now I spot
It's terror drowned in doubt - or the other way around
It is not truth, or enlightenment, although it looks so
what makes me run away
It is something I cannot fathom well
The answer must be somewhere else.
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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